I envision a large white man foaming at the mouth, spitting every time he speaks. His eyes are bloodshot and a vein in his neck is popping out as he yells that women are Satan’s catalyst; that’s what I see when I imagine an anti-abortion conference, but what is it really like?

Whenever I hear people say things like these bullshit responses, my eyes roll into the back of my head as I scream with the fury of every teen girl (which is infinite).